Gemotions

The sun warmed David's face as he walked through the park, his gait light and carefree. He'd just finished composing a symphony, a passion project he'd poured his heart and soul into. A sense of profound satisfaction enveloped him. He felt as though he could fly.

He arrived at the concert hall, eager to hear his work performed for the first time. His smile vanished. On the stage, the orchestra was tuning up, preparing to play a symphony that was identical to his.

David felt a cold shiver run down his spine. The air in the hall suddenly felt thin, difficult to breathe. He had to steady himself against a nearby wall.